No - we're not a throuple, but I wouldn't rule it out.
It was just 710 and myself. Rebecca was our witness and honour attendant.......and entertainment, as she did read a poem as well.
This is where our original and marriage anniversaries don't match up. But we wanted to get hitched during our 25th year together (yes, by all means, do the math!). And no one wants to go to a wedding in January, so we held off till later in the year.
We had spent a few days prior in NYC and then took the Acela down to DC. 710 is a train dude, so I got to surprise him with that part of the trip.
I mean, I also surprised him with the marriage license, as I had taken his passport on a work trip when I went to DC and applied for said license.......without telling him.
The man got roped into this marriage.
We did not get married in the castle, but behind it. People eating lunch watched and clapped, and went back to their ham salad sandwiches.
Jordan, the MFA candidate from American University is clearly getting his degree in sculpture, because his pictures were just mediocre to horrible. He got ONE good picture (you'll have to scroll down), so in a way it was worth it.
I mean, look at the staging of the above picture. First, that isn't the place we got married, just a horrible posed pic with the leaf debris of Autumn.
We've weathered three plus decades. 13 married. Less than that if you count how long Ohio has been recognizing same sex weddings.
It is unclear if I will be grilling steaks for dinner tonight, or if we venture out. Anymore, I'm a homebody, but I could be talked into going somewhere......maybe.
The traditional 13th anniversary is lace. No one it tatting anything. Heck, no one is exchanging presents at all. We're not those guys. Leather however.......................
Song by: Stevie Nicks & Don Henley